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Write down everything you see:
Including the way the music makes the scene seem even more dreamlike than it already is. The wind picks everythign up, and objects adhere to it's rhytmic command.
The world, as I see it now, through sun glasses, is how everyone else sees it, too. So, is that how ir treally is? Obscured by 100% UV protection? The world is much too bright fore the eye to take in on its own, on this much we all agree.
The pretty girl posing in the sun. Feet up, cigarette laying in her hand, as if she's spent hours practicing such pose. The way the smoke curls up through her fingers. She stares off into nowhere. Cue the wind, and her blonde tresses dance, pausing somewhere for rest on her vast forehead.
Behind glasses, much like the ones Cris was after, are intense green eeys. Or perhaps they are blue.
I feel she is watcdhing me. Though the only thing that could possibly indicate this is the ambigousness of the dark lenses. Lenses she has just removed.
I have this odd urge to photograph her. Capture her moment of beauty in a series of black and white photographs. I could picture her naked between bed sheets, laughing at nothing (forgive the pun)
The waitress's perfectly darkened skin. Right before it turns too leathery. Baby sprouts of pubic hair are clearly visible above her pants. Simple mistake or effectively fashionable positioning?
Including the way the music makes the scene seem even more dreamlike than it already is. The wind picks everythign up, and objects adhere to it's rhytmic command.
The world, as I see it now, through sun glasses, is how everyone else sees it, too. So, is that how ir treally is? Obscured by 100% UV protection? The world is much too bright fore the eye to take in on its own, on this much we all agree.
The pretty girl posing in the sun. Feet up, cigarette laying in her hand, as if she's spent hours practicing such pose. The way the smoke curls up through her fingers. She stares off into nowhere. Cue the wind, and her blonde tresses dance, pausing somewhere for rest on her vast forehead.
Behind glasses, much like the ones Cris was after, are intense green eeys. Or perhaps they are blue.
I feel she is watcdhing me. Though the only thing that could possibly indicate this is the ambigousness of the dark lenses. Lenses she has just removed.
I have this odd urge to photograph her. Capture her moment of beauty in a series of black and white photographs. I could picture her naked between bed sheets, laughing at nothing (forgive the pun)
The waitress's perfectly darkened skin. Right before it turns too leathery. Baby sprouts of pubic hair are clearly visible above her pants. Simple mistake or effectively fashionable positioning?